Dont know about anyone else but there has to be a worst. I currently in a flat standing by a new ship with a guy with OCD. I scared to touch anything and it really dragging me down. So much so my parents (Dad was high up as civil servant (spare the hissing) say they have never seen me so down.
It V difficult in my flat, I regressing to drinking wine by the bottle, from the bottle, I had problems when marraige broke down 12 years ago, but fell i going down hill. Done 17 years so not a kid but this ruining my perfect draft
Know how to cure it but just wonder how many others have had a nightmare of a shipmate

GOD!!! Do you want a murder on your hands????
This mans a nightmare Never come across anything like it. Dirty Protest?? Would not work as he is a "Placing of Things" person, I darent move the TV remote!!
Problem comes where he is actually a nice guy but I prisoner in the flat the Navy provides.

Spent 6 months on security at Culdrose in the 80's. Our watch was on Stby week (Basically a week off). The day and night shift both had two people ill, so the stby shift was utillised. Our watch had a weekend camping in Newquay organised, so two of had to miss out and stay behind. Myself and another lost out. To cut a long story short, both day a night shift sh*t on the "new guys" and pi**ed us about. When we finally did our final night stint we were allowed to get our heads down.
About 2 hours into our hard earned sleep, we were woken by the Chief of the watch. Our fellow watchmen (8 of them) had been arested and were to be held in the guardroom cells. Guess which two muppets had to do the cell sentry duties.
They all got away with a slap wrist, we did 36 hours on watch, and did they take the p*ss during their time in the cells.

If the Navy is paying the rent then go see them and tell them the situation. You are as entitled to quality of life as anyone else and since you are dealing in service there should be a reasonably quick solution at hand.

If you don't then the Navy is likely to have two problems on its books - the second being you when you get treated for alcoholism. Seriously mate, talk to your DO, XO, anyone with half a brain.

Dont know about anyone else but there has to be a worst. I currently in a flat standing by a new ship with a guy with OCD. I scared to touch anything and it really dragging me down. So much so my parents (Dad was high up as civil servant (spare the hissing) say they have never seen me so down.
It V difficult in my flat, I regressing to drinking wine by the bottle, from the bottle, I had problems when marraige broke down 12 years ago, but fell i going down hill. Done 17 years so not a kid but this ruining my perfect draft
Know how to cure it but just wonder how many others have had a nightmare of a shipmate

Mid 90's at Culdrose. Shared a mess with this guy, then shared a house with him. That's where i realised he was a prize p(r)ick!!! On the camp he was fine, but once we moved out his attitude changed, and talk about being an arrogant cnut..!

I moved out after a while, and then sometime later i heard that he'd fcuked so many people off, someone fired a shotgun through his car boot, He had to move back onto the camp after that, for his own safety.

Drewfester,you could always put a mask on and threaten the twat with some violent facial arranging.

Back in the day, when I was standing by HMS Bicep (Muscle-class cruiser) we had to share an outside toilet with twenty other dabbers. We had to break the ice in the bog to dhobey our faces and the killick of the mess was beef.

You don't know you've lived, son. It was even worse on the Unbelievable (Exag-class flat-top)

I know how the OP feels. I, too, am currently sharing a flat with someone not of my choosing. He is perhaps the untidiest slob I have ever had the misfortune to meet. I constantly have to clean the place, and tidy up after him - he thinks he contributes to the cleaning effort by not dirtying a glass when he drinks his nightly bottles of wine, but then leaves his empties lying around the place. I'm not surprised his wife left him, and he has trouble meeting women. I do kinda feel sorry for him, though, as he always seems to be trying to seek approval from his dad (who he claims is some bigwig civil serpent - yeah, right!) but without much luck.

Still, not as bad as the spineless twat who, about a dozen years ago or so decided to 'scare' me by shooting my car. Didn't even have the balls to confront me mano-a-mano. I had a fair idea who was responsible, but took the moral high ground and moved back on board away from the childish tits I was living amongst.

I know how the OP feels. I, too, am currently sharing a flat with someone not of my choosing. He is perhaps the untidiest slob I have ever had the misfortune to meet. I constantly have to clean the place, and tidy up after him - he thinks he contributes to the cleaning effort by not dirtying a glass when he drinks his nightly bottles of wine, but then leaves his empties lying around the place. I'm not surprised his wife left him, and he has trouble meeting women. I do kinda feel sorry for him, though, as he always seems to be trying to seek approval from his dad (who he claims is some bigwig civil serpent - yeah, right!) but without much luck.

Still, not as bad as the spineless twat who, about a dozen years ago or so decided to 'scare' me by shooting my car. Didn't even have the balls to confront me mano-a-mano. I had a fair idea who was responsible, but took the moral high ground and moved back on board away from the childish tits I was living amongst.

Back in the day, when I was standing by HMS Bicep (Muscle-class cruiser) we had to share an outside toilet with twenty other dabbers. We had to break the ice in the bog to dhobey our faces and the killick of the mess was beef.

You don't know you've lived, son. It was even worse on the Unbelievable (Exag-class flat-top)